Happy Birthday, Joni, [name withheld], and Genene!And of course, left it in the office kitchen/break room for later festivities. Meanwhile, along happens one of the junior associates, also female. She’s terrified of my boss and wants to garner points with her whenever she can. She spies the cake in the box, lifts the lid, and discovers the horrible mistake. She turns to the attorney with her and says, “Oh my God, if R. [my boss] sees this, she’ll have a fit! Let’s try to fix it before she finds out.” And proceeds to grab a butter knife from the drawer and starts scraping [namewithheld]’s and Genene’s names from the cake. She did a bang-up job, too. You’d never know there was ever anything on there but “Happy Birthday, Joni” Of course, when my boss sees this, she freaks out and goes postal. So much for her clever little idea. But to her credit, the young associate fessed up. Whereupon, I couldn’t resist commenting that no lawyer is apparently capable of passing up anything, not even a birthday cake, without making a revision to it! And my best birthday gift? Well it was two years ago today that I was driving back from Orange County, California with my new (to me anyway) 300ZX I’d just bought from a nice fellow in Laguna Niguel, California. My boss had given me Friday the 13th off to fly out there. To this day, that car remains my best present yet. And the drive? I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat!